To the Moon and Back {Chandler Riggs}

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And I did think about it.

I thought about taking the part all day Monday, all day Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I ultimately decided that it wasn't the right path for me. I'm going to stick with modeling for now.

Was it a stupid decision? Yes.

Am I going to regret not taking the part? Probably.

Am I going to ponder this decision for the rest of my life? Definitely.

"What time do you need to be picked up?" Chandler asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I forgot I was sitting in his car outside my job.

"If you could pick me up at six, that'd be great. If not, your mom can swing by on her way home from work." I tell Chandler, grabbing my purse from the floor of his car.

"Be out here right at six. I need to be on set at seven."

"Another night episode?"

"Yep." He replies. I nod, exit his car, and make my way inside the building.

I'm surprised Roman isn't waiting for me at the front like usual, so I just head upstairs where I usually go. I take a seat at my area and wait for Roman to start messing with my hair.

After a few minutes, a man walks over to me. I recognize him. He's high up at the agency and I think he's like the CEO of PINK or something. I've only ever met him once, and it was not a pleasant experience.

"Savanna Mills," he hisses my name as if it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

"The one and only." I retort, making eye contact in the mirror. "Where's Roman?"

"Don't worry about him. He'll be here soon. I'm here to talk to you. My name is Dennis Abernathy. I'm in charge here. I tell our models what to do, where to go, and who gets to keep their job." He states, his voice already filled with impatience.

"The pleasure is all mine." I smile a fake smile and turn around in my spinning chair.

"Right... anyway, as you may or may not know, PINK is hosting a charity event next month and we want you to be on the runway." As the words leave his mouth, my heart swells. They want me to model on the runway! This is huge. People everywhere are going to know me.

"Mr. Abernathy, sir, you have no idea how much thi-"

"There are conditions, Savanna." Dennis cuts me off. "In order for us to put you out there, you must be presentable." I narrow my eyes at him. Of course there's a catch to it. There's always a catch.

"What do you-"

"Twenty pounds gone. By August." He states.

"Excuse me?" I blurt.

"You lose twenty pounds by August first, or you lose your job." He hisses with a smirk on his face.

"You're kidding, right? I'm already five pounds underweight! I can't lose another twenty!" I shout. He must be kidding. That's not even humanly possible.

"Oh, I don't kid." He pauses. "Savanna, our models must be presentable. I believe that's how I put it earlier. We can't have this and that threatening to pop out all over the place. That's unattractive."

"I'm sorry. I can't do this." Without thinking, I grab my purse and start to walk out.

"Savanna!" I hear Roman call after me. He grabs my shoulder and turns me around.

"Roman, I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. I quit." I tell him and walk away. I'll never forget the heartbroken look on his face.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I freeze. What was I thinking? I don't know that I was thinking. I definitely was not thinking. I really just quit my job. The entire reason I moved to Georgia. My mom is going to kill me.

I walk outside to the parking lot and sigh in relief when I see Chandler's car still parked where it was when I left. As I'm walking towards the car, and idea comes to me.

"What are you doing out here?" Chandler asks as I hop in the front seat.

I deep a deep breath, "do you still think I can get that audition?"

(A/N): short part with too much dialogue.